I like looking at beauty. I love letting my eyes explore while I drink in the view. Sometimes I wish I could freeze time to capture a beautiful sight for longer. This is especially true of sunsets while I am driving. This picture is one that I love not only because I think it is beautiful,but also because it was at the end of a wonderful day out with my man.
I love watching beauty. Sometimes the beauty is in movement instead of stillness. I can get into trouble by getting transfixed by the way someone moves. It might be the way they walk, the way they relax into writing in a notebook, the way they tuck their hair behind their ear or the way they slide into a chair.
I imagine that those people who make my breath stutter as I watch, also move beautifully at other times. I can’t help but imagine the way they take off their clothes. The thing that surprises me as I analyse that thought is that it isn’t that I am imagining them naked, I am imagining their movements. The balletic motion of their fingers on their fastenings, the sensual shimmy to release their clothes into sliding off, the roll of their hips and shoulders as they approach, the flick of their tongue across their lips as they lean in…
It is the beauty of movement that makes my pulse race. The same can be said in images. I am captivated by those pictures that capture the tension of a body with the muscles showing the dynamic energy of the captured moment. My brain delights in filling in the frames before and after.
On my birthday, my man stripped for me. The music played and oh, yes, he can move. I was utterly delighted. When I close my eyes I can see it now and my body still squirms in response. Since then, I have been pondering how important the beauty of movement is to me. It is safe to say that I love it, I love the way our bodies broadcast so much sensuality in our actions. I adore the way that it is rare for any body part to move in isolation. Some people really are poetry in motion.
So, if you see me watching you with a faraway look on my eye, don’t worry. I am day dreaming about how you move and probably how you feel and whether a gentle touch would make you quiver. Please don’t feel self conscious. Just carry on. But please don’t focus on how I move. In my case, all elegance has gone.
That is a beautiful picture and I love how you have thought about the movement of people and what it inspires in your. There is something very sensual about your words. I have disagree with your last line though, having walked behind you up a London street and been utterly mesmerised by your stunning legs.
Mollyxxx
I totally don’t agree with the last sentence. Your elegance is not gone. You move as beautiful as you have described others in this piece. YOU are beautiful!
Rebel xox
Well, I think there is certainly an elegance about your picture. And very often we are our own worst critics, so . . . re-read and listen to the words of Molly and Marie!!!
Xxx – K
beautiful thought for a gift. thank you for sharing